Guns and hell, the psycho's bell Wean no sour, your time has fell Run! There's a range. Oh humorous you Pushing without a limit till velocity wastes you Behind a shield of flesh and skull Resides a force of mindless woe The new world waits, for us ahead This trash is bait, bring on the media
I'm a hero; fear no end, hunter supreme Instruments of glory - this era's machine The life of you, the prey of us Weak die by the steel of our black boot lust Designed of will to mutilate Behold the steel that infiltrates Benign are your versions of life Long, jagged, deep, our delight
No use to hide the new world calls Forged of death, kneel in thrall Rape stands no thoughtless remedy Through the Manson years to T. Bundy
Hitler's rage Holocaust And Vietnam Our hitching posts Society's capture "Yet our maid" We bring you freedom Teach you shame
At home on the palate, the treasure of what? The swing of the mallet, the health that you've brought With eyes of bewilder, the honey which we cream Eyes of no heeding, hearts cold by right Your daughters so willing to scream as they fight
Fine Angel of mercy Wings like a jet No time has befallen Fine mercy yet Ramparts stone Ramparts wet You built this home Will you fight to the death?
For the mire is so frigid And the hands have oh, so strived
We come for the killing Intense and willing Our axes wielding
Thrilling to the touch You'll only know that much
The dream is pulsing Dispatching, boasting We take our oathing
A chant to free us all Satan fears our call
Laughter among pillage The glut on your crock Stealing to test every lock
Be kind sweet whole man Slap, thud kick, bop Your sweet lady lies moaning, So much you've got
Hammer I wanna feel you Clever Oh, to caress Bottle My life just to swig one Hardened To be at your best Common The man of my best guess Striven To deliver the sentence Blown To the brink of the flashpoint Fire! Scum meet your death!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
